A fleeting encounter under moonlight, where everything gets said just once.
It's a song built on borrowed time, using the masquerade as permission for a single, honest exchange.
The treasure isn't a physical object; it's the confession itself, offered precisely because it can't last.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
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